End: Lois Wants To Know About The Missing Women

"You said you'd tell me the details," the reporter pointed out. "Something about a contest? And Cancun?"

"Oh, of course," the demon said. "You see, I was trying to drum up business for the bar...just a small venture as I re-established myself in the city. Superman had ruined my last few plans, and I thought if I kept things small, I could keep under his radar..."

Lois Lane kept a pad of paper and a pencil by the bed. She grabbed them, and began to scribble notes. The demon...talked. Answered every question with unusual candor, while her left hand roamed over the reporter's naked body. Lois let her; the scarlet succubus didn't seem to even care that she was giving away the secrets of the Metropolis underworld.

"...and that's how I worked out an engagement with Intergang. Even a hardened gangster is willing to deal when they look down and find that the hooker sucking their cock is actually the spirit of their dead mother brought forth from hell."

Blaze allowed herself a little giggle. Lois shook her head.

"That's Benito Falcone? Does he have any ties to the Gotham Mob?" Lois asked...then realized she'd reached the end of her pad. "Dammit. I wish I hadn't left my smartphone in the club..."

The demon snapped her fingers. There was a clap, as of thunder, and the reporter's clothes landed on her legs. Lois frowned, then shrugged and dragged her smartphone out of the jacket pocket.

Then a really important question came to Lois. She looked at Blaze, the demon lazing easily, her semi-flaccid cock oozing black jizz onto the reporter's sheets.

"Why me?" Lois asked. "You mentioned Superman. Is this just some sort of **** on him?"

"Originally?" Blaze said, and rolled over onto her back to stare at the ceiling. "When I saw you enter the club, I thought I could have some fun with you. Just to spite the Kryptonian. But I have to admit, once I got to know you...I sensed possibilities. Not everyone can bear a demonspawn, no matter what the movies and books tell you. No, it takes someone special...strong..."

Lois shook her head. It was still weird to her that she could be pregnant. She had been so busy asking questions that she hadn't really thought about it, but now she could think of little else.

"Anyway, sweetmeat. I think our little deal will benefit us both. No more lonely nights. When you want me, lie down and reach out and I'll be there."

The reporter yawned. Truth be told, she was exhausted. Lois glanced at the clock, and realized it was only a couple hours before dawn.

"Right now, all I want is some sleep," Lois said. "I don't suppose we can finish this interview later?"

"Certainly, sweetmeat. Turn out the light. Get some sleep. It's good for the baby."

Lois Lane shook her head...but pushed her club clothes onto the floor and turned off the bedside light. In the dark, she couldn't hear Blaze breathe...but she could feel the heat of her body. As the sleepy reporter turned over to her side, she felt the naked skin of the demon's breasts on her back, the cock pressed against her ass, a thin, muscular arm reached out to hug her...and Lois was too tired to fight sleep.

Her last thought, before she slipped down the steps to deeper slumber, was to wonder if Blaze would still be there in the morning. Whether this whole night had actually happened, or if she had just been **** and date-**** when she drank those strange cocktails. Whether she was really pregnant with a demon baby, and how she was going to explain to Superman that she, Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter, was literally sleeping with the enemy.